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Old 12-04-2015, 01:29 AM
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This is too funny not to be true. It was sent to me by a friend in Illinois:

(A letter from someone who wants to remain anonymous, who farms, writes well and actually tried this)

I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up-- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.

The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope, and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer-- no Chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when ..... I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and slide off to then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head--almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp... I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.


Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope......to sort of even the odds!!

All these events are true so help me God...An Educated Farmer
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Old 12-04-2015, 12:17 PM
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Old 12-05-2015, 03:07 PM
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Gasp, snort, gefaw, Bwahahahaha, ROFLMAO..... Wheeze, turn red faced, tears, nose runs, drool, can't catch my breath..... Start over....

Wish my crazy uncle was alive yet to retell the story of the time he put a rope on the 200 or so pound black bear that was in the open tractor shed...

Thanks for sharing....
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Old 12-07-2015, 12:49 AM
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Wish my crazy uncle was alive yet to retell the story of the time he put a rope on the 200 or so pound black bear that was in the open tractor shed...
It sounds like an interesting story, so tell it for him, Wyomin.
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Old 12-09-2015, 06:52 AM
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It sounds like an interesting story, so tell it for him, Wyomin.
I think Wyo might take offense, with being called WyoMIN - kind of says he is MN not WI.

But of course, Wyo never really takes offense.

I do want to hear more of the story.
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Old 12-09-2015, 08:17 PM
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In the way my uncle Mick (Walter) would tell things, he would tell it like it was no big deal.. Just his way with things.. Pretty much as simple as it sounded.. Little black bear nosing around and he put a loop over it.. That was when all hell broke loose of course..

Seems a small bear is a whole lot stronger than an equal size man.. It took a bit of time to create enough howling, bellering, growling, yelling to get some help from a couple other guys..

They eventually got the bear snubbed off to the truck bumper or something else solid enough, and got the bear tired out and tied up enough to handle.. They painted it up with red and white sheep branding paint so it looked like a red stripe Oreo cookie.. Scared the hell out of it thoroughly, and were able to set it loose without it or anyone getting hurt.. NOT that the guys who participated in this weren't the worse for ware, just not hurt..

Like said, uncle Mick would tell this as no big deal.. But if any of the others who helped were at the telling, they would just crack totally up over it every time it was told..

The bear was never seen again..

Regardless of thick or thin, you gotta put up with them, they were family..
What can I say...
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Old 12-09-2015, 10:46 PM
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Roping a bear sound just like something a couple 'ol country boys would do.

I had distant cousin, who had children older than I was at the time, when I was a kid who had an old mamma Bobcat cross the road ahead of him when on his way home from work one afternoon. She had a littler of young kittens following her and some got across the road with mamma, but two or three were lagging behind and did not make it across the road.

C. M. (Christopher Montgomery was his name but he went by initials his entire life) decided he would catch one of the Bobcat kittens, still trying to get across the road and on to where mamma had gone, and make a pet out of it.

He did catch one of the kittens. The mamma Bobcat had apparently doubled back to see why her kittens were so slow in catching up with her, because when the one caught squealed, C. M. said the 'Ol Mamma Cat was at the front of his Ranchero before he was back on the road, more or less between him and the safety of the vehicle.

Right then and there, he was more than happy to let the young Bobcat kitten go, and was very appreciative the Mamma Bobcat was happy to have her kitten back without holding a grudge.

Like your uncle's story, Wyobuckaroo, this one was a lot funnier when C. M. told it, especially more than it appears in written form.

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